To Coastal Plain.
To the Falfurrias Rest Area.
To the Rio Grande Valley.
Not that the name The Valley has anything to do with topography. There are no mountains, so hard to imagine a real valley. The highest elevation in this neighborhood is a freeway overpass.
The name Rio Grande Valley came about at the turn of the century, the 20th century, when agriculture was just starting here. Land developers came up with that name to make the area sound more attractive to potential settlers. Apparently the ploy worked because this whole area is filled with agriculture now. Probably the fact that agriculture works here had more to do with the area’s growth though. Anyway, this flat floodplain area that drains into the Rio Grande continues to be known as The Valley.
And here we are, back to our cozy little house.
And nice little yard.
It all survived our absence.
One more line to draw on the map. Seven months on the road, and one more line to draw on the map and wouldn’t you know, I can’t get the map to take it.
The heading home part of the trip map
One more line to show we made it home. Maybe the map is suffering trip-withdrawal and doesn’t want it to be over…